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He Inhales

He inhales,

Yet again he finds himself feeling six feet under,

covered by life bearing soil

The life in which he ponders how he missed.

He inhales,

This time,

His sorrow and self loathing are lifted away

Into the clouds

This is where they remain

For a time that seems ever too short.

He inhales,

Hoping to never return

To his sad reality.

He can't escape.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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◄ Living With the Opposite

Comments

<Deleted User> (9882)

Mon 30th Mar 2015 18:21

pass me that joint! ace! x

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